Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I just can't believe that you're not here anymore.
You're still here, in this world, living and breathing but somehow you are not here too. Is that even make sense?
Sometimes I reminisce those bright old days all over again. When you are happy and when you make me happy. We were happy. It almost felt like we were the happiest person on earth. I don't know where all those happy moments go and why do I keep living my life in vain after you left but I wish I could just turn back time so I could feel those happy moments once again.
I'm not going to complain. I know that you are tired and you just need a getaway. You've been trying so hard and I should appreciate every single thing that you did but it's been months, don't you miss the feeling of being surrounded by the people who love you? Don't you miss the stage and atmosphere and the rush when people scream your name?
It's been too long. I know you said eighteen months but it's been too long. Please comeback, please comeback, please, please, please, i need a reason to happy all over again so please come home, please, please, please.
You've been gone for so long,
I hope you don't forget your way home.
I miss you,
Come home soon, lads.
-- i dedicate this whole paragraph for those bubblegum pop boyband who called them-selves one direction because iTS BEEN GOD KNOWS HOW LONG YOU DORK JUST LAUNCH A SINGLE ALREADY. thank you.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
memoir(^○^)
Aléatoireand i'll give away a thousand days just to have another one with you. (a scribbled down wound of a pessimistic seventeen).
